My First Fight
I was in the middle of my first fist fight. I can’t remember exactly when it happened. It was on the playground in either my kindergarten or first grade year of school. I can’t remember what started it either. I guess I said or did something that angered the other boy. I do remember that I was losing badly. My feeble swings were missing wildly while his punches kept landing right on my face. The other boys were cheering us on until someone yelled that a teacher was coming. We all ran so as to not get in trouble but I was hurting, not only in my face but also in my heart.
I decided then and there that I didn’t much care for fighting. I would rather be friends with people. I would rather laugh and play and enjoy their company than fight with them. I would rather love than hate. I would rather be kind than be afraid. I spent the rest of my childhood avoiding fights for the most part and breaking up fights between others when I could. And the funny thing is the boy I was fighting that day soon became one of my best friends.
How I wish the whole world could learn what I did that day on the playground. We have had so many needless wars, so many horrible murders, so many senseless shootings, so many people hurting other people in this world. I am sure that Heaven must weep at times watching down on us. If only we could all learn to see everyone as a potential friend, everyone as a good neighbor, everyone as a member of the same family. That is how Our Father in Heaven sees us. He didn’t put us here to fight each other. He put us here to love each other and help each other always.
I have faith that one day we will create a world where war, killings and even fist fights are a thing of the past. I have faith that one day we will see everyone as friends, neighbors, and family. I have faith that one day we will all finally love each other as God loves us. But it all starts with what we do today. May your day then be full of love and free of fist fights.
